Abeni felt a hand trail down her face, coming to rest on her jaw. “You’re awake,” Dmitry murmured. “Good morning, my love.” His voice was still thick with sleep, but there was an undeniable heat to it that sent shivers down her spine. She opened her eyes, taking in his dark hair tousled from sleep, his green eyes half-lidded and smoldering. “Good morning,” she breathed, her heart racing. “You slept well?”
He nodded, the movement pulling her closer to him. “I did,” he admitted, his fingers moving to cradle her cheek. “And I want to thank you for taking care of me yesterday when I came back home drunk” His thumb traced circles on her skin, making her heart race. “You were so gentle and understanding with me.” She could feel the heat coming off his body, his breath fanning across her face.
She swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. “It’s okay, Dmitry.”
Abeni changed out of the nightgown into a less revealing and thicker nightgown when one of Dmitry's men came to inform her that dinner was ready. When she got to the dining room, Olga, Natalia, and Dmitry were already seated.As Dmitry's gaze fell upon Abeni, she became embarrassed, remembering their last heated interaction. She put her head down and went to take the seat next to him.As she sat down, staff rushed in and placed the food on the table."So Abeni" started Natalia, teasingly. "I heard you were spending some quality time with Dmitry earlier. Did he show you a good time in your room?"Abeni felt her cheeks flush as she looked at Dmitry. "It's not like that..." she muttered, trying to play it cool.Dmitry's gaze lingered on her face, and she could feel the heat of it burning through her skin. "I'm sure we can find something else for you to do with me," he said, his voice low and husky.Olga laughed, enjoying the banter between them
Abeni was asleep in her room, when there was a knock on her door. She opened her eyes, feeling a bit disoriented. The events of last night were still fresh in her mind, but she tried to push them aside. She told whoever was outside to come in, expecting one of Dmitry's men, but it was one of the staff members who entered her room. "Good morning, Miss Abeni. Breakfast is served. I've prepared it in your dining room." The staff member bowed slightly and gestured for her to follow. As they walked down the hall, Abeni couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed to be moving around with extra care, almost as if they were trying not to wake someone up. That's when she realized that Dmitry was still asleep. When they reached the dining room, Abeni was surprised to find that there was no one else there. The staff member placed her plate on the empty seat. "Mr. Kuznetsov's sleeping, so he won't be able to join you for breakfast." She said softly. Abeni
The next day, Abeni was in her room. She got dressed, putting on a short summer dress, her favorite sandals, and some light jewelry. She looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a bit nervous about asking Dmitry for permission. She took a deep breath and walked out of her room, making her way to the living room where she knew she would find him. As she approached, she could feel her heart racing and her palms sweating. She cleared her throat before speaking, "Dmitry, I was wondering if I could go shopping with my friends today. We're going to go bridemaid and wedding dress shopping for Camillie's wedding on Sunday." She said, her voice soft and slightly nervous. Dmitry looked up from his newspaper, his piercing eyes meeting hers. He took in her appearance, the short summer dress hugging her curves, the sandals peeking out from beneath it, and the delicate jewelry adorning her neck and wrists. He set the newspaper down on the coffee table a
Camillie chose her wedding dress and the bridesmaids dress. After they paid for the dresses, they decided to go to a nearby restaurant to celebrate. As they were waiting for their food, Abeni's phone buzzed with a message from Dmitry. She glanced at it quickly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. Her friends noticed her smile and began to question her about it. "Hey, what's got you so smiley over there?" Elena asked, nudging Abeni playfully. "Come on, spill the beans!" Abeni tried to play it cool, but she could tell that her friends were not going to let it go. "Well...," she started, hesitating. "It's nothing really. Just... I got a nice message from Dmirty." The girls exchanged knowing looks. "What?" Abeni demanded, feeling a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Isn't he your boss? Aren't you his assistant?" asked Camillie, trying to tease her. "Nothing going on there, is there?" Naledi rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you two. Spill it." She reached
Abeni woke up cuddling Dmitry. She let out a soft sigh, remembering their passionate night together. Her body ached for him, but she knew it was time to get up. She gently disentangled herself from his strong arms and stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. She smiled as she looked at Dmitry’s sleeping form, his chest rising and falling with each breath. His features were chiseled to perfection, his black hair tousled from their lovemaking. He was an enigma, a man who commanded respect and fear, yet he could be so tender and loving to her. “Good morning love” he whispered, his voice thick with sleep as he opened his eyes and gazed up at her. “I trust you slept well?” Abeni couldn’t help but feel a shiver of delight run down her spine at the sound of his deep, accented voice. “I did, thank you.” She smiled, running her fingers through his hair. “I have something to ask you, if you don’t mind.” Dmitry lifted himself up onto his elbow, wat
Dmitry stared at Victor and Natalia, who were standing in front of him. Abeni could sense the tension in the room as she held Dmitry's arm tightly. Olga sat in the armchair watching silently. "Victor... You do realize that you are in love with my sister, don't you?" Dmitry asked, his voice cold and cutting through the air. Victor swallowed hard, unable to meet Dmitry's intense gaze. "Yes, I-I love her, Boss," he stammered. "How much do you love her, Victor?" Dmitry's question was like a blade pressing against his skin. Victor hesitated, his heart racing. "I-I'd do anything for her, Boss. I'd protect her with my life." "Wy do you love her?" asked Dmitry, his voice low and menacing. Victor glanced at Natalia, her beautiful face filled with tears. He took a deep breath before answering. "Boss, she's kind, she's smart, and she's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. She makes me feel like I can be a better man, like I can be stronger for her. I
Dmitry took Abeni's hand in his, squeezing gently. “I understand how you feel, and I won’t push you into anything you’re not ready for. But please know that I will be here for you, no matter what you decide. My life may be complicated, but I will make sure you are safe and protected. I want to give you the world, Abeni. All I ask is for the chance to do that.” His gaze bored into hers, searching for any hint of reassurance. The way he looked at her made her heart ache. She wanted to believe him, to trust him with her feelings. But the thought of being involved with someone so dangerous terrified her. What if something happened to her? She couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. “Dmitry,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I want to be with you. I really do. But I need some time to think about it, to make sure that I’m ready for this. I know my life is going to be surrounded by danger because of wh
The next day, Abeni was in her room packing, her thoughts still occupied with the events of the previous evening. She couldn't help but wonder if Dmitry's feelings for her were genuine or if he had simply been playing her. She finished packing her bag and walked downstairs to find Olga and Natalia, who were both eager to offer their support and well-wishes for the upcoming Abeni's friend's wedding. "Abeni, you look lovely," Olga exclaimed, giving her a hug. "And don't worry, we'll take good care of Dmitry while you're gone." Abeni smiled weakly and hugged them both, promising to see them in two days."Where is he?" she asked, glancing around the entryway. "In his office, dear," Natalia replied. "He's been working late, going over some business proposals." With a deep breath, Abeni made her way to Dmitry's office, her heart racing. As she approached, she could hear the low murmur of his voice, deep and commanding. She paused in the doorway for a moment, tryin